1377 The Quest To Kill The God Of Chaos
Michael was surprised. Agra? That chaotic, unpredictable asshole? He'd crossed paths with Agra's followers a few times in the realm of gods. Mostly bandits, thugs, and generally unpleasant sorts who seemed to enjoy inflicting pain and suffering on well, pretty much anyone. Michael had dealt with a few of them, permanently. He wasn't a fan of unnecessary cruelty.
But if Seshat was concerned about Agra, then it must be serious.
"Yeah, what about that asshole?" Gaya interjected, her voice laced with a sardonic amusement. "He finally lose his goddamn mind?"
Seshat chuckled, shaking her head. "Agra has never been one to have a mind to lose, Gaya." But her smile faded, replaced by a look of genuine concern.
"He's become a liability. The civil war, Andohr's rebellion it has distracted the Pantheon. They've lost control of loose cannons like Agra. And now well, someone needs to clean up the mess."
Michael chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "And you think that someone is me?" He raised an eyebrow. "Why the hell would I do that? I have bigger fish to fry."
The "bigger fish" he was referring to, of course, was Rin. And Michael, still fuming over her attack on Lailah, her threat against Harry, her casual disregard for lives, wasn't about to get sidetracked by Agra's shenanigans. He had a score to settle. And a princess to dethrone.
But hearing Michael, Seshat, ever the wisest of them all, simply smiled.
"Killing Rin is not as simple as you might think."
Michael's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She'd guessed his target without him even saying a word. He was tempted to ask how she knew but decided against it. Knowing Seshat, she would give him some cryptic, vaguely annoying answer about intuition, or the flow of destiny, or some other mystical bullshit.
"Enlighten me," he said,.
"Rin's soul, " Seshat began, her voice soft but firm, "is bound to her father. Xyloth, the God of Murder. No one knows where he resides. Where he keeps his treasures."
"So?" Michael frowned. "What's that got to do with anything?"
"It means even if you kill her, Michael she will return. Xyloth will resurrect her. And each time she dies each time she's brought back she'll become stronger. More corrupted. More evil,"
She paused, her gaze meeting Michael's.
"And Rin, Michael she thrives on corruption. On darkness. On pain. It's what gives her power. It's what fuels her father's influence."
Xyloth and Rin, their existence was intertwined with the darker aspects of reality. The more pain, the more suffering, the more chaos they unleashed upon the world, the stronger they became. Death, for them, was just a temporary inconvenience. A chance to reset. To come back worse. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
"You might defeat her," Seshat continued, "You might even kill her. But she'll return. And she'll be worse than before."
Michael just chuckled, shaking his head. He'd heard that kind of talk before. Countless times. Back on Earth, he'd taken out targets that others had deemed "untouchable," "invincible." But Michael well, Michael had a way of making the impossible possible.
He'd killed Rainar, the God of Rain, for fuck's sake. Rin was just a challenge. A particularly annoying, bloodthirsty challenge, but a challenge nonetheless.
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